You Know Me Well


Beautiful

Pondering Job 40:1-5

You Know Me Well, O God

Who am I?
How often have I asked that same question?
For today, I am not made up of all that I saw and
dreamed of yesterday.
Yet tomorrow I may be more.
Am I yet a hypocrite? A weakling hidden in the middle?
Who am I yet?
These words mock me.
I am mocked by my own pronouncements.
As I did in adolescence, I
struggle with my identity, my centering.
Whoever I am, you know me God.
I am your servant.

(c) Tom Bolton, 23 August 2013, deep in West Town

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H U N G E R


August full moon

August full moon (Photo credit: Stelios Kiousis)

I am repeating a poem from last August.

I Hunger

Away from the paths I usually walk,
I hunger.
My mind clear, grains green all around me,
I open my heart, my mind, my soul today.
Fill me up.

(C) Tom Bolton, Milwaukee, August 20, 2012

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Bread For the World: Development Works! Six


I have been sharing links to a wonderful series by Bread For the World: Development Works! This week I am sharing the sixth essay–Development Assistance: A Key Part of the Immigration Puzzle. Please click on the link above and read the whole essay. Here are the highlights as I see them:

United States Capitol

United States Capitol (Photo credit: Jack’s LOST FILM)

The editors immediately note that “At first glance, immigration may seem like a
completely unrelated topic, since people tend to think of it mainly in terms of its impact
inside the United States. For most of us, immigration is less about international policy
than about hot-button national, state, and local political questions. The reality is that it
is both a domestic and an international issue.   To make the best decisions as a nation on the complex questions of immigration policy, we need to see both dimensions. The crux of the missing international half is “Why do immigrants leave their home country and come to
the United States?”

U.S. immigration has both domestic and international dimensions. To make the best decisions on immigration policies,we need to consider how the U.S. assistance going
to immigrants’ home countries can best contribute to lasting improvements in rural economies and living conditions.  Development agencies are beginning to incorporate into their Latin American projects the easing of pressures to migrate.

Undocumented immigrants frequently leave their families behind, go into debt to pay for difficult journeys, risk being victimized by organized gangs or dying of dehydration in the desert while attempting to cross the U.S. border, and are confined to low paying work because they do not have the legal right to work here.  Unauthorized immigrants, arriving from rural communities in Mexico and Central America, are primarily healthy people in their teens, twenties, or thirties. Yet poverty combined with lack of economic opportunity at home lead them to see migration to the United States as their best option.

(The description of an immigrant’s life and transition in America is excellent.)

Myth:  Immigrants are taking jobs away from U.S.  citizens.

Reality: It seems like a good bet that“subtracting immigrants”from the workforce would lower America’s stubbornly high unemployment rates. After all, then there would be job openings. But only about 2 percent of Americans work on farms. The reality is that there have been numerous attempts to recruit citizens to do fieldwork—even at jobs that pay more than minimum wage—but none of them have been successful on a large scale.
In our abandonment of farm labor as a common occupation, Americans are not alone. Other developed countries—and developing countries that are a bit wealthier than their neighbors—also have agricultural work forces dominated by immigrants. El Salvador,
while the source of many workers on U.S. farms, is itself home to about 200,000 unauthorized immigrants who work on its own farms.

Myth:  The United States doesn’t need to worry about immigration issues beyond just deporting the unauthorized immigrants themselves.

Reality: Immigration enforcement is expensive—for example, in 2010 it cost the Department of Homeland Security an estimated $1 billion to detain and deport 76,000 Central Americans.  Yet if conditions in their home communities have not improved, peoplewho have been deported don’t “stay deported.”In recent surveys, for example, 43 percent of those deported to Central America say they plan to return to the United States within a year. The figure is even higher among those who left family members behind in the United States.  When workers are deported, the money they are saving from their U.S. jobs and sending home stops—worsening the situation in impoverished migrant-sending communities. This is not a minor concern—for example, in 2011 the money sent home
(called “remittances”) comprised 17 percent and 16 percent, respectively, of Honduras’ and El Salvador’s total economic outputs.  In reality,we can only ease our concerns about unauthorized immigration by helping to stop what is causing it: hunger and poverty in the communities of those willing to risk illegal border crossings.

As an example, in 2009,  96 percent of U.S. assistance to Mexico was spent on military and drug enforcement assistance. Assistance that could be directed toward job-creation projects totaled $11.2 million, or .01 percent of total U.S. assistance. Yet because the cause of most unauthorized migration is poverty and lack of jobs in Mexico’s rural areas, projects that create more opportunities in poor communities can help ease the pressures to migrate.

I am thankful to Bread for the World for publishing the educational information that they share with us and with policy-makers on a regular basis.  It is an organization that I feel happy to support.

I encourage you to read all the essays at the compilation.

Next week, it will be my pleasure to share the material on:  Development Assistance: Where Does It Lead?

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Miracle Grow


 

All Together

 

The Milwaukee Center on Milwaukee's RiverWalk

The Milwaukee Center on Milwaukee’s RiverWalk (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Some days, these snippets, these taught verses
Boost me up and make me smug.
But I step back and see that it is all one–
–One work that I hold to teach and train me–
–Breathed by God, complete to complete me.
I would be whole,
I yearn to be complete,
I ache to be filled by the Spirit of God.
I set aside some sack of penny candies,
the delights that I have sucked and crunched
so often through days.
I grab hold of the balanced tray,
a meal to nourish and correct me.
My sweet tooth, polished;
I feel energy throughout fresh muscles.
Grow me in your Word.

(c) Tom Bolton, 16 August 2013, Milwaukee

On 2 Timothy 3:16-17

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Moths, Flames, and Job


I wrote this while at a Faith Alive retreat at the Moravian Conference Center in Mt Morris, Wisconsin, in September 2011.
We were contemplating thoughts involving inclusiveness, and looking for new thoughts (new to us individually) about theology.
I have struggled through Job over the years, and this just seemed to flow for me.
Originally, I wrote for 15 minutes as an essay, and suddenly, the words just looked like a poem, so I shifted and started over that morning.

Hummingbird Moth

Like a Moth and a Flame, or Not

I hear Job. He bellows and seethes and
from his tear and chastisement, he erupts.
What is fair and what is not?
Am I burned by God now?
The law, the comfortable, legalistic disciplines
(sometimes)
I am pulled there (sometimes)
Too often?
Like the moth drawn to the candle–
first in small flame, and then–surprise –in big flames–
The moth doesn’t think (does it?)
as it sees the brightness and anticipates the warmth

and may be burned.

But things seem to happen all around me this day.
Unjust
Unfair!
hurtful things
Happening to strangers and people I love (moths?)
I blow up (or fret)
God, how can you do that?
Why do you allow that?
Is this your way?
And then I remember (for a while at least)
that sometimes these dangers and
the hurt that happens,
Happen
when we–mere men–tell God
to judge, tell God how how to judge.
Ah, I remember now–to listen,
to bask in the love, the comfort, the soft-bright
Hope of God.
I recall–at an instinct–that God is with us–
close and comforting, hugging and caressing,
lighting us up and guiding
Toward the gentle, beautiful Path in the light,
and not pushing us off the path.
Not shoving me out.
Not burning us.
In our dark moments, we may light the flames
that consume.
Creating God lights the the flames that produce:
Light and comfort-
Illumination and warmth,
Light in the loving moments.

As the flame burns to ash, we are moths, unthinking,
(or thinking too much?)
And the New Flame is softly torched, warm, and vital,
inviting.

(c) Tom Bolton 9-18-2011 Mt Morris, WI

Like Job, I often blow up about what is fair and what seems unfair.  On the one hand, I am pulled toward the law and legalistic discipline like a moth to a candle; I don’t think the moth thinks much about the flame, but it sees the brightness and is drawn toward the warmth, and may be burned.  But when bad things–unfair, unjust, hurtful things–happen to people (or moths), I blow up (or I fret) about how could God DO that?

And then I am reminded of the dangers and the hurt that happens when we–mere men–tell God to judge, tell God how to judge.  Then, I may remember to listen, to bask in the love, the comfort, the bright Hope of God.

I wrote a good bit more about God and flames and consuming versus comforting production, but I think the poetry is better, and shorter!  When the flame burns to ash, we are the moth, unthinking.  Or thinking too much?

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Tragic Silence


I wrote this piece on August 15 after reading local and international news. The Scripture in one of the devotions that I read had been Job 1:20-22. Read to the bottom.

English: Oak Leaf Trail in Milwaukee, with com...

TRAGIC SILENCE

And now my wisdom is silent.
For days and weeks now, I saw, I thought,
God’s wisdom ripe in me,
But violence in Egypt has given me pause,
Children beaten and set aside have silenced me,
Grandmothers murdered have set me ashore,
School children hungry have made me pause again.
Meaning I once grasped has now collapsed.
Faith falters.
Joy is jolted.
Truth is questioned.
My security, so sure yesterday, is paused.
In the ash heap near my community,
I am silent.
I am in awe of the awful.
Lord, I will listen in silence.
Answer me,
Calm me,
Grant me peace.
Fill me again with your wisdom.
Let me be faithful, true to you.

(c) Tom Bolton, 15 August, Milwaukee’s Grand Avenue

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Knowledge


Somewhere only we know (Film)

I am re-blogging more of my interpretation of Psalm 119.

 

Joyful in the Word

Joyful in the word, blessed!
Once I suffered and I learned from you:
Joy and Hope!
Judged by the measures of this fanciful society,
your words fill me more than any
Jeopardy winnings. You are my prize.

Knowing Integrity

Your hands created me and you know me.
Knowing me, Lord, you help me to know me.
Knowing you, Holy One, my friends rejoice–
They know my hope; they know I am with your word.

Know that His commandments are fair when
We know what they say to us–when we listen.

Today I know:
Know your mercy surrounds and comforts me,
Know your sweet compassion cradles my soul,
and knowing your way, I am happy today;
Know that sinners are not forever,
not aware, and not knowing your word,
Know that those who find, come around me,
knowing we are together in your word,
Know my own heart, that place so hard to see when we don’t
Know integrity.

(c) Tom Bolton March 2012, Milwaukee

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